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Franny's Closing Sunday August 20
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Yet another lovely independent business in Brooklyn. Gorilla Coffee is a corner coffee shop and roaster in Park Slope. The handful of red topped tables evoke 1950s/60s era diner. An old guy wearing a fedora behind the bar is taking orders, a young hipstery Asian woman is making coffee. Cafe au lait and an almond pastry to go please. oh, yeah, the Gorilla art is great too.
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Blue Sky Bakery is a small, narrow store front bakery and makers of the best blueberry muffin I've ever eaten. It appears that when they made the muffin, they filled the muffin pan half full, then stuffed a handful of blueberries on top, then covered the blueberries with batter. The result: a crusty muffin top concealing a goopy mess of blueberries with the surrounding muffin shoot through with blueberry juice. Still warm. So good. Their drip coffee was fine but not great. A great, little, funky, neighborhood bakery, which would get a lot more of my business if it wasn't 200 miles away. Sigh.
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Miriam Restaurant is a cozy, low lit neighborhood restaurant along the 5th Avenue stretch of Park Slope. A place to catch up with a friend mid-week or when you don't feel like venturing out of your neighborhood for dinner. Apparently the brunch is very popular. We arrived near closing time after taking the train to NYC, not overly hungry but needing a snack and drink to dust off Amtrak. We went with the basics, hummus, falafel, and fried zucchini cakes. Everything was solidly good, the hummus could have used a little kick and the falafel were nicely fried, while the zucchini cakes were fine without being memorable. Miriam is the sort of restaurant every neighborhood needs, the local work horse where you know what you like and probably end up ordering the same handful of dishes over and over again.
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Flatbush Farm is the sort of restaurant you walk into and immediately want to, hope to, love. A lovely restaurant design, with a handsome long bar, huge vases of wintery tree branches, a happening bistro vibe, and a manifesto to take "farm-to-table" seriously - the place oozes beloved local institution. Unfortunately, Saturday brunch was lackluster. The farmer's breakfast featured a mealy potato hash which was not a hash of any kind but just badly cooked potatoes; the thick cut bacon had clearly been cooked hours ago and had that old, dry, sitting around in a sheet pan look, parched bacon is no bacon at all. The two over easy eggs were fine. White beans with collards and a poached egg was a fine hearty bowl, but rather one note and bland. Tofu, as a general rule, should never be scrambled. But the side dish of braised kale...the kale was delightful. Flatbush Farm 76 Saint Marks Avenue Brooklyn
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Met a friend here for lunch today at her recommendation, she visits regularly. I had the linguine with mushrooms and light cream sauce, plus I tried my friend's side of roasted cauliflower. Also ordered a lemonade which was how I like it -- very lemony/tart. The food was tasty, though I felt the pasta could use a little pepper or spice to it. If they had a pepper grinder I would've been happier. My friend was happy with her food (besides the cauliflower she ordered polenta and mushrooms with gorgonzola, which I didn't taste). Unfortunately one hiccup with the food combined with slow service and an inadequate response (IMO) to my complaint ruined the meal for me and I doubt I will ever return. Whomever cooked my pasta left a bay leaf in there by mistake, of which I believe I swallowed a part. I believe this because I swallowed something that didn't feel right, like prickly. A few minutes later I found a partially torn (or chewed?) bay leaf. When I brought this to our server's attention, he didn't seem to care one bit. I asked him to tell the chef, and never heard another word about this. In addition, we were dining outside, our waiter was also the bartender and slow to respond to our requests at the end of the meal for the check, which IMO is quite unacceptable at lunch time. -
Lunchtime. Hunger. New York City. What are there, like a thousand places to eat? Actually, there's probably more, especially if you count all the street meat that's around; carts, trucks, kiosks, people selling tamales out of their granny carts, sidewalk food sold by squatting women in Chinatown - and on and on. Now compound that hunger problem with finding yourself in one of those places in New York City that sees a million people a day; people scurrying through its grand spaces, not there to eat but on their way from somewhere or to somewhere, generally in a hurry. And it happened to me last week (though I wasn't in a hurry), when I ended up here, to visit that store at the top of the stairs"¦ Normally, giant railroad terminals aren't thought of as great places to eat (well, maybe in Italy, where you can often find a decent panini and a perfect espresso); they're usually where you can grab a crappy sandwich or half-cooked hot dog, on your way, as I said, to or from somewhere. Grand Central actually has a food court in its lower level, which certainly does a booming business at lunch. But look a little further underground and you'll stumble across this"¦ Its official name is Grand Central Oyster Bar & Restaurant, and it has been sitting in the lower level of Grand Central Terminal for practically 100 years, falling into decline in the late 60s to early 70's then rescued, renovated and now once again feeding hundreds of seafood happy customers on a daily basis. Don't forget to check out the Gustavino tiled ceiling in this landmarked building"¦ I like to grab a seat at the counter, because that way you get fed fast and you get to watch the show"¦ Remember, this ain't Le Bernardin folks. So start off with a bowl of clam chowder (I like Manhattan-style)"¦ Chock full of briny clams (get there early), slightly spicy and with a handful of those oyster crackers crushed into it, it hit the spot. Then I moved onto the real reason I was here"¦ Perhaps the finest oyster po-boy you can find in the city, simply loaded with perfectly fried oysters, a little shredded lettuce and a swab of tartar sauce to top it all off. A squeeze of lemon brought it to perfection"¦under $10! Even though I like the counter at lunch, the full menu is serious. Plenty of daily/seasonal specials. And the oysters? On any given day, the blackboard menu is likely to offer up at least 2 dozen varieties"¦ I don't get here for lunch as often as I should, but for food this good, in a beautiful and historically landmarked building, it's worth a trip. And that goes for whether you're hopping on a train or not.
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I would like to be able to say that I ate at Talde this trip. It is just blocks from where I was staying. But they don't take reservations for parties of 2. On Friday night at 8:15 there was a 90 minute wait. On Saturday at 8:30 there was a 90 minute wait. Perhaps we needed to hire someone to go put our names on the waiting list an hour before we would have arrived. It was empty when we walked past at brunch on Saturday but we were heading to Princeton to see John Guare's new play. (Which was wonderful and thought provoking and totally worth the trek on NJ Transit to Princeton...) I can't believe that after six months of being open that this is all about seeing the Top Chef contestant. It has a solid rep amongst people who can actually get in. Perhaps if I go back to New York next year, I'll try again. Sigh...
